His gaze swept across the surroundings.

The vast Heaven's Will was condensed above the skies of the God World.

The entire God World also underwent earth-shaking changes.

Within his body, the ninth meridian gate emitted booming sounds.

At this moment, countless Nomological Truths, under the convergence of spiritforce like a waterfall, rushed toward the meridian gate.

With a loud bang, a muffled sound resounded within his body, like the beating of a war drum.

The God World and he were one and the same.

As he impacted the ninth meridian gate, the God World was also undergoing its own metamorphosis.

Xu Zimo’s soul wandered through the void, his expression solemn, surrounded by endless Grand Daos.

Around him, strange phenomena appeared endlessly, golden lotuses rising from the earth, sweet dew descending from the heavens, seeds of the Dao falling down, the sound of the Dao echoing wearily.

The pounding sounds within his body continued to resound.

The ninth meridian gate was as solid as a rock, like a great dam, as torrential waves of spiritforce ceaselessly crashed against it.

Xu Zimo did not hesitate in the slightest. Breaking through the meridian gate must be done in one attempt, otherwise hidden injuries would remain, and the next impact would be even harder.

He drew upon the life energy of the Tree of Life.

Any injuries were instantly healed.

Finally, perhaps after several hours, days, or even months, years,

In the Infinite Void, there was no concept of time.

He did not bother to care.

A cracking sound came from within his body, like glass forming fractures.

Xu Zimo suddenly opened his eyes, and in that instant, the silent void instantly froze.

It was as if when he opened his eyes, he traversed billions of miles, encompassing mountains, rivers, and vast lands.

Crossing from one corner of the void to traverse countless perilous worlds.

Treasures, strange people, bizarre events, the splendor of all worlds, all captured within his gaze.

With just one glance, it was as if an eternity passed, as if he had seen through all of creation.

When spring arrives, if I do not open my mouth, which cicada dares to make a sound?

The ninth meridian gate, Voidrend was finally broken through.

The twelve meridian gates are: Springwheel, Deepbone, Dawnwind, Vastsea, Bloodveil, Duskpine, Voidverge, Shadowbearer, Voidrend, Primecircle, Lightbringer and Voidcleave.

One meridian gate is a minor cycle, and every three meridian gates form a major cycle.

Each breakthrough brings a surge of strength.

At this moment, Xu Zimo’s nine meridian gates within his body reflected one another.

Like marks of stars in the sky, extremely dazzling.

The overwhelming, ocean-like spiritforce surged through the meridians and meridian gates within his body.

Between each meridian gate, countless meridians were connected.

Without opening the meridian gates, spiritforce could not flow through these meridians.

In a sense, the meridian gates were more like doorways, bearing the role of connecting meridians.

Although Xu Zimo’s figure was only one meter eighty-seven, within that body was a power that gave one a profound sense of enormity.

Like a small boat atop a roaring ocean.

Yet this small boat was not struggling upon the waves, but instead encompassed the entire sea.

The ocean existed within the boat.

Withdrawing his gaze from the void, Xu Zimo slowly closed his eyes, sensing the strength within his body.

Endless power, unceasing.

A Grand Emperor was one who enters the Path of Dao and was acknowledged by the Grand Dao itself. They did not need to undergo tribulation.

He slowly extended his hand, various Nomological Truths entwining his fingers and palm.

At times, it was the power of the five elements; at times, thunder surged.

At times, Heaven's Will bestowed the future; at times, destruction shattered the void; at times, order established a new world.

Space-time twisted, darkness descended, light returned.

Whereas ordinary people could only wield one Nomological Truth, in him, there was nothing he could not use.

Any Nomological Truth could be freely wielded.

Because Xu Zimo’s greatest difference from others was the path he cultivated.

Ordinary people cultivated themselves, with Heaven's Will condensed within their bodies.

But Xu Zimo cultivated the world, and all his power came from the God World.

The God World, being a complete world, contained every Nomological Truth, and he could use them all at will.

Now the God World had also advanced further.

The first Heaven's Will of the God World began to condense in the void.

After an era, the first Heaven's Will would emerge.

At that time, all chosen ones could fight for it.

All living beings of the God World looked at Heaven's Will. Though they did not know what it was, they faintly sensed its extraordinary nature.

This matter needed to be guided gradually, step by step.

They must come to believe it was heaven’s and the Dao’s gift, not something controlled behind the scenes.

……

Now Xu Zimo wore a purple robe, his aura withdrawn.

If he did not unleash his full strength, he appeared no different from an ordinary person, impenetrable to any gaze.

The ability to conceal and release all his power at will, without leaking even a trace, showed his mastery of it.

He descended from the air, arriving at the Myriad Beast Realm.

Even without intentional action, anyone glanced at by his gaze faintly felt oppression.

The Primordial Chaos Bead still hung in the void, the insect egg within nearly invisible.

Xu Zimo finally saw clearly the creature inside.

It was an insect with a body like white jade.

Though small, less than fifty centimeters long, its body structure was extremely complex.

Its body was covered with countless barbed spikes, its four limbs’ muscles bulging prominently.

Its claws were like those of a mantis, extremely sharp.

On its head grew two horns.

Its face bore no features, only countless evenly sized eyes.

Each eye shone with a different color.

This insect did not crawl but walked upright, with a pair of wings thin as cicada’s wings on its back.

“Quite a delicate little thing,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

“Boy, what exactly is that thing?” the monster asked in a deep voice, staring at the Primordial Chaos Bead above.

“Even if you are a Grand Emperor, my insect egg cannot be shattered. How could it dissolve so easily?”

Its identity was extraordinary, having witnessed countless great storms and trials.

Yet it had never lost composure like this before.

Not even when seeing a Grand Emperor appear before it had it been so horrified.

“That is not something you should be concerned with,” Xu Zimo replied. “Have you thought about your own fate?”

“You dare kill me?” the strange insect asked, staring at Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo did not answer, but with a wave of his right hand, boundless imperial might condensed in his palm.

The meaning was clear without words.

“You likely still do not know my origins,” the strange insect said.

“I am of the Primordial God Frontier. Our race dwells in the vast boundless cosmos. We devour worlds as food, the strongest race of this universe. Your human race, before us, is not even worthy as food.”

Its tone was calm, without a trace of arrogance or boastfulness.

As though merely stating a simple fact.